CHAPTER 32: CHAPTER 32: EXPLORING THE BODY

He moved to the other soft breast, treating it with the same starving devotion. He used his tongue, swirling it around the sensitive nipple, before clamping down with his teeth.... not enough to draw blood, but enough to mark her. Enough to claim her as his possession.

The woman gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair, her back arching as she thrust her chest further into his mouth, offering herself up to him.

Meanwhile his hands continued kneading her ass cheeks, bruising the soft skin with the force of his grip, of course not without leaving behind red bruises.

Honestly, his mind was a haze of pleasure and power. The texture of her skin against his tongue, the sound of her ragged breathing, the way her body trembled under his attention...it was really intoxicating.

Even though his cock was raging across his loincloths, he didn’t rush to the end, he wanted to savor this moment, he wanted to own every scent, every texture, every inch of her before he finally penetrated.

In fact, sex was all about foreplay, the hot sensual moments before the final penetration, otherwise what was the difference between humans and animals, so he didn’t blindly rush in.

He suddenly grabbed her wrists, his grip firm but not painful, and guided her arms up over her head, pinning them against the rough wooden wall. The movement exposed the pale, vulnerable hollows of her armpits to the cool air and his hungry gaze.

To his surprise, they were devoid of hair... truly smooth, pale skin that glistened with a light sheen of perspiration.

So, without a moment of hesitation, he buried his face there, inhaling deeply. The scent hit him like a drug... a concentrated, earthy musk that was uniquely hers, raw and potent. It wasn’t the stench of unwashed bodies; it was the smell of a healthy, aroused woman in her prime.

He groaned, the sound vibrating against her ribs. His tongue darted out, tentative at first, then bolder. He licked the smooth, concave hollow, savoring the salty, metallic taste of her sweat. He kissed the tender skin, feeling the pulse beating frantically beneath the surface, before biting gently on the tendon, making her gasp and writhe against him.

"You really smell... intoxicating," he murmured against her skin, his breath hot and husky.

She whimpered, freeing one hand from the wall to reach for him. Her fingers traced his lips, trembling slightly. He caught them without hesitation, taking her index and middle fingers into his mouth.

He sucked on them hard, his eyes locked on hers, swirling his tongue around her boneless finger, tasting her skin, wetting them thoroughly. He bit down gently on the pads of her fingers, watching her pupils dilate in the dim light, before releasing them with a wet pop.

He lavished attention on her breasts once again, no matter how much he enjoyed them, he just couldn’t get enough of them, biting and teasing the hardened peaks until she was sobbing with pleasure, but of course, he wasn’t going to stop there, there was still so much to enjoy, so much to explore. So, he continued his descent, his mouth trailing wet fire down her torso.

Every inch of her felt like fire. He kissed the underside of her ribs, his tongue tracing the dip of her navel. He reached the flare of her hips, his breath ghosting over the heat radiating from her soft wetting hot pussy. She bucked her hips forward, silently begging him to stop there, to finish it.

But he pulled back. "Not yet." he reprimanded her.

Honestly, it wasn’t wrong to say that he was losing control. The rational world outside... the tribe, the hunters, the laws... ceased to exist. There was only this room, this smell, and this woman who was burning just as hot as he was.

He moved lower, pressing his face against her thighs.

To his surprise, the scent changed here. Beneath the musk, there was the faint, sweet fragrance of crushed wildflowers. Her legs were smooth, the skin taut and clean. It was a stark contrast to the raw musk of her upper body. Perhaps she had scrubbed herself with river flowers in anticipation of the hunter’s return, or perhaps she was just obsessed with cleanliness. It didn’t matter; the mix of floral sweetness and her natural body heat was maddening.

The thought that she had cleaned herself for another man, only for him to be the one tasting it, sent a fresh wave of dark satisfaction through him.

He kissed his way down the strong muscles of her quadriceps, inhaling the floral sweetness mixed with her body heat. His hands kneaded her calves, his thumbs digging into the muscle. He licked the back of her knee, a sensitive spot that made her leg buckle slightly, forcing her to lean back against the wall for support.

He moved lower still, reaching her ankles, until he was crouched at her feet.

They were small, soft, and beautifully shaped, seemingly untouched by the harshness of the jungle floor. He took one foot into his hands, massaging the arch with his thumbs. He pressed a kiss to the top of her foot, tasting the lingering scent of the river water, then bit gently on her toe, worshipping every part of her, leaving no inch of her unclaimed.

She was trembling violently now, her hands tangling in his hair, pulling him upward with a desperation that clawed at his scalp. She couldn’t take the teasing anymore. She was unraveling, a mess of raw nerves and need, begging him with her body to finish what he started.

Seeing her reaction...this powerful, beautiful woman reduced to a shivering, whimpering mess...Sol felt a twist of dark amusement. It was... cute. In a pathetic, broken sort of way.

He couldn’t help wanting to play with her a little longer.

He stood up fully, his eyes gleaming with mischief. Then, without warning, he stepped back. The sudden loss of contact was physical; she almost fell forward, letting out a sharp, high-pitched whimper of protest as the heat suddenly vanished.

"Impatient," he tutted, a smirk playing on his lips.

Author’s Note: Guys send some Golden tickets, it’s embarrassing to not have a single one.